These Dreams

Spare a little candle, save some light for me….These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life. ~ Bernie Taupin and Martin George Page 

I descend into the basement,

a tidy little box, one orderly

shelf for adulation,

all items clearly labeled.

I mean to store this tribute

among the prizes and medals

I’ve won.

But it seems there’s more,

and I carry a different load

peering in dull surprise

through the gloom, rooms

like a warren, the way

almost blocked by disarray.

A voice calls from above

to go in, but the shambolic

mess repels me, and I’ve

misplaced my burden.

I turn away.

Climbing the steps, I notice

sawdust from a careless

builder.  I sweep it

so forcefully that my shoulder

aches and I cry out in pain.

Which brings me to wakefulness,

astounded by the innovative

giveaway of dreams

after I’ve asked for illumination.

The careful altar to the puffy

ego, while behind this

industrious worker cutting

rough openings to hidey-holes,

like vaults full of treasure

just waiting for the day

I dare to delve. 

Inspired by:  Puffy, Adulation, Tribute and Innovative.

And this song recorded by Heart in 1985.

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I Am The Slime

This burning question on the tip

of all our tongues: how can I

fix this other

who triggers me

with such wrongness?

Tempting to call this

a haunting by

a vagrant ancestor,

unmourned, long forgotten

playing a song

in your range.

I’m an alto

but I can reach the high

notes and I can go low.

So many emerge as I open

my mouth, burdened with impossible

all energy impeded

waiting

for this simple melody

of recognition-release.

How does this land

on me?  How is this mine?

Where am I holding

on to this continual torment

dancing

though I call it unwilling?

And so I sing

what is

committed to the integration

of not pretty or nice,

nothing to be proud

of saying aloud.

Shamed, afraid,

angry and grieving

loosening these tight

bonds

unraveling in the first

sonata of the symphony.

Life, wanting to live

through me

in all its messy

ugly, detested glory.

 

Inspired by Slime, Vagrant, Range, Haunting and the lyrics of this song from my youth:

I am gross and perverted
I’m obsessed ‘n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little has changed
I’m the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can’t look away
I make you think I’m delicious
With the stuff that I say
I’m the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I’m the slime oozin’ out
From your TV set. ~ Frank Zappa 1973

This Musical Life

Make me an instrument of your peace. ~ St. Francis

~ Dedicated To Don

Not even the crepitus in his knees

can stymie his offering: the embouchure

— years of dedicated notes

swirling through the open

window — with which he masters

every woodwind.  Breathtaking

transformed into the sex

of sax as I dance alone,

undone.  Sometimes he sings

in his deep clarinet voice

in the secret language my soul

can translate.  Today

my 99-year-old neighbor

and I regard each other

from the screens that separate

us, unearthed, this heavenly

transport by the flute.

The blessing begins when

he says, “Going down

to practice,” before a fight

and I’m left floating

into the kitchen in my snit,

making my ways to pots

and pans to stir all this

magic into soups and cakes

I’ll bring to her — she smiles

across the way, anticipating

these comforts we’ve created.

We’ll sip tea and savor

the secret ingredient,

what others pay dearly to hear

gifted to us by the very air

until he creaks painfully

up the stairs once more,

baffled to find me humming

— the simmering fight transmuted

into joy washing through

the sink filled with dishes.

 

Inspired by: Embouchure, Stymie, Crepitus, and Breathtaking.

Troubles, Disperse

Day 2 of the Lyric Challenge!

Here are the guidelines:

1 Thank the person who nominated you.
2 Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 Nominate three other bloggers each day.

The way I’m doing this is:

  1. Thank you, Kristian, for the chance to be a bit braver in relational space.  If you don’t know his work, please check him out and be prepared to laugh, to be surprised by his twists, and his nonstop, glorious creative output!
  2. Today and tomorrow, I’ll post lyrics to my own songs.  I’m choosing 1973, a fine year for a girl and her guitar. If I can figure out the way to record it, I’ll add in a video of me singing them!
  3. If you feel it, go for it, please!

 

Troubles Disperse (1973)

A red eye is peeking through a hole in the clouds,

the sun wants up, but the sky won’t allow’t.

A streak of red, of purple and blue

a morning song of glorious hue.

A new day is dawning, troubles disperse.

The good sun is shining down on the earth.

The sea takes my troubles and casts them ashore,

the sun dries them up forever more.

I walk on the beach ‘tween the earth and the sea

and follow my heart wheree’er it leads me.

A new day is dawning, troubles dispersed.

The good sun is shining down on the earth.

Winter’s Song

It’s a cold frosty night

on the snow-covered fields

and the trees stand so stark and bare.

Yet I stand here so gloriously happy and free

on this star-studded, blackly-etched hill.

While you all sit inside in your cozy little cabins,

I am calling through the forest, and singing to the trees.

All around me there is life,

and my heart is filled with a song 

that you could sing along with me.

I hope that I will always feel so free,

I don’t want to grow old and cease to see

all the wonder of the winter,

the shadows on the snow

and my dreams dancing softly on the cold fresh air.

I wish that you would all just look out your windows

and drink in the dark, enchanted scene.

So it’s cold, so are you

if you won’t venture out

of your cramped, little automated shells.

Come on out and dance,

it’s a beautiful night

and I promise that your dreams will come alive.

I hope that I will always feel so free,

I don’t want to grow old and cease to see.

*I wrote this song at age 15.  Still sing it when I play my guitar.

I’ve Got A Song For You

Day 3 of the 3-day Lyrical Challenge!

The rules are simple:
1 Thank the person who nominated you.
2 Share one of your favorite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 Nominate three other bloggers each day.

Thanks again, Raja, for inspiring me with your art and poetry, and for inviting me to share my music!

Today I am nominating Brittany to share some music and take this challenge.  Check out her website!

Another oldie is my choice for today, featuring the voice of the incomparable Gladys Knight soaring in this song of celebration. And I feel the need to perform a public service. I dug out my old sheet music to confirm that the lyrics posted on the internet are just wrong.  Here’s the real deal:

I Feel A Song In My Heart — Lyrics by Mary Sawyer, Music by Tony Camillo
Ooh, I loved you so
But why I loved you, I’ll never know.
You found a reason for leavin’
Soon as I gave my love to you.
And oh, the pain you put me through
You’ve done killed my love for you,
But I found a reason for livin’
And I’m through with cryin’ over you.

And now I feel a song in my heart again.
I knew as soon as I felt ya lookin’ through me.
I feel a song in my heart again.
High on the wings of the things he’s doin’ to me.

Oh, that man is fine.
Ooh, what’s even better, the man is mine.
He makes me feel just like a woman,
Something that you could never do.

And now I feel a song in my heart again.
I found the man who can put it all together.
I feel a song in my heart again.
I’m gonna love him and make him last forever.

(Don’t let this come to an end.)

(I feel a song in my heart again.)

Oh, it feels so good.
You, you, you, you, you never understand.
He makes me feel like I’m somethin’
And I’m gonna keep him if I can.
I know I feel a song in my heart again.
Now I can open my eyes to a new dawn.
I feel a song in my heart again.
The man is all that I need to feel my love.

I feel a song in my heart again.
I feel it takin’ me oh, yeah, and how, yeah
I feel a song in my heart again (feel it)
His kind of lovin’ I can never get enough of

I don’t need your lovin’ ‘cause I got his lovin’
Woo, I feel a song again
Oh Lord, I been born again, ooh
(I feel a song in my heart again)
(Feel it)

I feel a song in my heart again
I’ve got to tell you
He’s twice the man that you were.
I feel a song in my heart again.

If the link doesn’t work, try this:

Just Perfect

Welcome to day 2 of my response to the 3-day lyrical challenge.

Hope you sing along with me!

The rules are simple:
1 Thank the person who nominated you.
2 Share one of your favorite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 Nominate three other bloggers each day.*

Once again, I thank the amazing Raja whose blogging inspires and motivates me daily.  Go check out her art and poetry!

Today I nominate sgeoil who creates beautiful photography and moving poetry.  And I nominate Paula Light since she has such original perspectives that I appreciate! And I nominate AJ because I also wish that his post, An Open Letter About Depression would go viral!

Today let’s sing a love song — which I celebrate more for the blending of cultures, ages, ways to read music, and voices than for the romance.  (Which is sayin’ somethin’, cause in my book, you can’t get more romantic than being serenaded by Andrea Bocelli (excuse me, my age is showing) and Ed Sheeran.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

Check out the duet here.